#periods suck

[isabeauwolf]

Dabi x reader: As you Wish (Period Comfort)

It was back.

Mother nature's curse, Aunt Flo, Jason, whatever the hell you wanna call it.

Your period had come.

Dammit.

You'd think I'd learn by now, but noooo. You sighed, covering your eyes with the back of your hand.

All of the signs were there: you was overly horny all week, then you wanted to cry out of nowhere and over the must dumbest shit, or was extremely moody and pissed off. You were so sleepy yesterday, even after oversleeping past your usual nap time and your breasts ached and were sensitive. Seriously, your nipples just barely grazing against your shirt made them tender and stiffen up, cut fucking diamonds.

All of this drama, only for your body to punish you for not being pregnant.

For the next seven days.

Seven days of hell.

To make things worse, Dabi was dropping by tonight.

Not that you weren't happy for your boyfriend to be coming over.

You loved seeing him. The thrill of a villain sneaking into your house without any of your neighbors noticing, or they didn't care as long as the couple wasn't too loud or disturbing the peace. It was great, one of the many perks to living in this neighborhood that was under the protection of the Shie Hassaikai, the yakuza. You paid your rent on time and were never late. Never asked questions and kept your head down whenever Mimic or one of Overhaul's eight bullets collected the months payment.

Of course, your period had to strike as you were about to take your early morning nap, as you rose to your feet you felt it.

The pool of blood staining your underwear and favorite pajama pants, dripping down your thighs, the uncomfortable dampness and stickiness.

The painful cramps in your abdomen hit, making you close your eyes harder, and focus on your breathing, simple breathing exorcises, deep inhale and exhale. In and out.

Who would have thought working as a nurses aid in training in a nursing home worked. All of the older woman teaching you tricks of the trade from their time as midwives or nurses at the local hospitals in their youth.

"Fuck," you cursed underneath your breath, making your way awkwardly towards your bathroom, waddling and shuffling without straining the floor. You felt gross already, yuck. Striping from your dirty and soiled, blood covered underwear and pants, throwing them into the hamper with a heated glare.

Opening your period drawer and checking on your supplies. Lips thinned into a firm line, clicking your tongue, and grumbling bitterly, "Of fucking course."

Your period supplies and stash was running low.

Damn near out of almost everything.

Groaning in frustration, you opened the drawer wider. Pulling out your period panties, placing a pad into it on top of the rest of your stack of clean clothes, you placed on the counter earlier after getting home. Bulky hoodie, check. Navy colored sweatpants, check. Pad and period underwear, check. Tank top and socks, check. Lazy girl outfit all here.

Turning on the shower head as hot as you could stand it, then removing the rest of your clothes as you waited, Need to wash these before they stain. thinking to yourself, inwardly sighing.

Hoping onto the shower, frowning as the water, blood and blood clots went down the drain. The heavy smell of blood and iron hit your nose making you wrinkle your nose in disgust. Closing your eyes once more, letting the warm water hit your now aching lower back as a thought came to mind. I need to tell him.

It's not the first time he's come over while you were on your period, and hopefully not the last. It's funny. You'd think that having a villain for a boyfriend, he would be a major asshole most of the time. He kept surprising you, awkwardly being kind and sweet. He grew up with a mother who birthed his dickhead of a father four kids and he had a younger sister, of course, he knows about women having their periods.

Chuckling, washing all of the iciness away with your favorite shampoo and body wash, rinsing and turning the water off.

Stepping out of the shower. Feeling like a drowned rat, slowly and still soaking wet, hesitantly and quickly, stepping down on the green furry rug, shoving your new underwear with a pad over your hips, then grabbed a blue towel, drying the rest of your body while checking to make sure bloody drops weren't running down your legs.

Sniffing and frowning, you finished getting dressed, grabbing the bottle of midol and shoved it into the front pocket of your hoodie, opening the bathroom door wearing a separate towel on your head, and walking back towards the living room. Retracing yours steps, eyes glued to the floor, thank god, there was no mess.

Standing in front of your favorite chair, opening the matching ottoman beside it, placed down a hidden pillow and red towel down as you sat back down, reaching for your favorite large fluffy blanket and phone.

Swiping your thumb over the screen, finger hovering over the message button, pushing it and waiting for it to load, then pressed Dabi's name, "alleycat" - he still snickered at the fucked up nickname you picked for him in case any dumbass tried to steal your smartphone.

"What?" You replied, giggling. "I can't put your villain name, or blue flame. That's amateur bullshit, 101." Rolling your eyes and snickered, adding, "Besides it's true, isn't it?" You teased lightly, "You are my chill and lazy alleycat." You reached over and lightly caressed and pet the top of his soft raven locks through yours fingers.

Dabi rolled his eyes, a light grin on his scarred lips. "Whatever works for you, princess."

A small smile graced your lips.

You: I'm on my cycle again, yay..... not. -_- If it's not too much trouble do you mind picking up some supplies for me?

He replied immediately.

Alleycat: Yeah, whatcha need? Send pics, I'm already at the store getting snacks anyways.

Your smile widened, you were lucky to have such an understanding boyfriend.

You: Thanks, babe~ U R the best! ;) See you soon and be safe.

Scrolling through your camera roll at the last time you forgot to write down your period shopping list, you sent them to him: pads, midol and chocolate.

Your good mood soured as another wave of cramps hit, forcing you to suck in a hissed breath. Closing yours eyes once more, trying to blink away tears spilling from the corner of your eyes, rubbing them away, burying yourself deeper into the chair, turning and laying your head against your arms, phone in your lap and spacing out.

You passed out in a matter on seconds it.

Or at least, that's what it felt like.

Your door bell ranged twice, letting you know that he was here.

Blinking and rubbing your eyes, groaning and yawning.

I don't wanna get up. You thought, blinking as a wave of tiredness and an incoming headache coming on. "I'm coming," you raised your voice slightly, licking your dry lips and rubbing the ball of your hand across your temple. The bell rang again, he must not have heard you, trying again, "hang on, hold your horses," rising once more from your comfy nest, "impatient, kitty, I swear," dragging the blanket along, unlocking it and opening the door.

As soon as you saw your villainous boyfriend, his sexy deep, heavily lidded ocean blues. Something in your overly hormonal brain flipped, like a switch: to overly painful cramps to overly horny, your drowsy eyes widened and your breath hitched. This isn't fucking fair! Down in between your legs, your traitorous clit ached, throbbed hard and painful.

Why the fuck can't your body make up its damned mind?!

Dabi leaned against the threshold of your doorjam. He titled his head, a playful smirk on his scarred face. "Special delivery." Hold two large grocery bags in his hand. "Your butt napkins and sugary snacks, my lady."

You should be pissed off, but instead a giggle slips past your lips. "My dark knight to the rescue." Rolling your eyes, opening the door wider and letting him in. "Take-out's on the way. I hope you don't mind Chinese." You mentally recomposed yourself as your cheeks heated and body grew more flushed and overly excited, "I don't feel like cooking tonight."

He walked in and waved, slipping off his boots, "Yeah, that's fine."

You watched him as you closed the door.

Dabi placed the snacks down on the coffee table. "Might have went overboard. Whatever we don't eat tonight, you can eat whenever." He shoved his hands into his pockets, watching and observing, then slowly, shrugging off his coat and lazily laying it on the side of the armrest of the couch, and beside his spot for easy access whenever he wanted his smokes.

"You didn't have to, you know." You smiled sheepishly, pulling the bottle of midol out from the pocket of your hoodie, opening it and popping two of the white and blue pills into your mouth as he opened a bottle of your favorite soda, sipping it and swallowing it down. "Thanks."

"Hush and let me spoil you a bit, yeah?" He replies, lightly pulling you into his warm chest, knowing you would enjoy the comfort of his body heat against your body. He loved whenever you were super clingy, it didn't bother him. Must be the touched-starved part of him that craved affection and attention he was denied growing up, he never said it, but somehow you knew, and you couldn't say no to him.

Closing your eyes and smiling, nuzzling into his chest and sighing in content, hugging him. "I've missed this, I've missed you," you admitted, enjoying and indulging both him and yourself.

This was nice. You needed this, your sweet and caring boyfriend.

Dabi smirking, lightly rubbing your back, and lazily trailing his hands down to your hips, and cooed gently into her neck. "Ah, my poor little ketchup packet."

And there was the asshole part of him, you didn't like that.

Mother always said every man is an asshole. Your boyfriend was no different.

Leaning away from him and gawking. "You are supposed to comfort your girlfriend, not be an asshole, jackass." Smacking his arm with tears prickling the corner of your eyes. It's stupid. You knew he was joking to try and make you laugh, but instead he had done the opposite.

Dabi's eyes widened. "Shit, sorry, m'sorry," he pulled you into a hug, holding you against him again. Resting his head against the top of your head as you buried your face into the his chest. "Please, don't cry." His voice was soft and genuine. "You know, if I didn't tease ya a little bit, then you'd think I was mad at ya."

You sniffed and muttered a soft and quiet, "I know, baby, I know." Nuzzling more into his chest, inhaling his cologne and the smell of smoke from both his flames and nicotine.

"What crappy, cheesy, romance movie do you wanna watch tonight?" He asks, picking you up, making you squeal cutely and giggle, swinging you around like a princess before plopping down on the couch and laying you sideways in his lap. He tilts your chin up, meeting his gaze as his thumb wipes your tears away. "What does my princess want?"

You hummed in though, smiling as the perfect movie came to mind. "How about The Princess Bride?"

Rising an eyebrow in amusement, "Again?"

You laughed, "C'mon you know you love it whenever Wesley beats Prince Humperdick and steals Buttercup away on their wedding night."

"Yeah, that spoiled dickhead deserved it." he agreed, smirking and nodding. "Alright, alright," He winked and kissing the top of your head. "As you wish."

Smiling you put on The Princess Bride, nibbling on some chocolate to hold you until food arrived. It didn't matter, if it was the first time or the thousand time, this movie never got old for you. A true childhood classic.

When Princess Buttercup and Wesley were entering the Fire Swamp, the food arrived as Dabi was reaching for a bag of chips.

"Perfect timing." You muttered, slipping more of your soda and paused the movie, "Gotta go to the bathroom."

"I got it, babe." He gave a small smile.

You stood up and winced, the ache in your lower back and hips were back as you slowly made your way into the bathroom, "I'll be right back, ouch."

Dabi's smile dropped, standing, walking towards the door and opened it, and looked completely bored at the young kid, holding there take-out, grabbing it and muttered, "thanks" as he lightly slammed the door in their shocked and scared face. "Punk ass," he grumbled underneath his breath, peaking into the bags, his scowl curled upward as he saw his favorite meal sitting on top.

Seriously, you spoiled him. How he was lucky enough, a bastard like him got a great girl like you he never knew, and didn't bother asking.

Grabbing some napkins from the kitchen he placed the takeout spread out onto the coffee table: dumplings, fried rice, chicken on a stick, chicken lo mein with extra chicken(his favorite), and donuts.

You came back, watching as he set everything up all nice and neatly. "Think we can eat it all?"

He turned his head, smiling smugly, "Hell yeah, we can. It's gonna get messy cuz I'm hungry."

You blinked and sat down. "Did you not eat again before you came over?"

He shrugged his shoulders, pulling you into his side. "I'm fine. We've got food, you've taken your magic pain away pills. Now, let's eat. I'm starving." Dabi hit play on the tv, then handed you a plate and chopsticks without looking away.

Complain all he wants, but you are certain that he loves this movie just as much. What's there not to like? Revenge, fighting, true love and miracles.

By the time, the movie was almost over most of the food and snacks were eaten, and what was left Dabi was sweet enough to put everything away and wash the dishes.

Of course, you cried when Prince Humperdinck pulled a jealous dick move and had the machine suck 50 years of Wesley's life away, the actors anguish cry of pain had you choked up and in tears. As Dabi pulled you into his side, pouting as he offered you comfort.

When the movie was over, both of you were quiet.

Dabi spoke first. This question had been on his mind, the whole time.

"Why do you love this movie so much?" he asks, watching the credits roll and listening to the song playing at the end, but its was just background noise. "It makes you cry every time and yet, you still watch it over and over again."

"I watched it plenty of times with my mom growing up." You said smiling, pressing into his side with your head underneath his chin. "No matter how many times, we would both laugh and cry together. I miss her and this movie like many of her favorites brings me a strange form of comfort." Blinking back more tears, you straighten and face him. "I know you haven't had the best life at home, but know that no matter... what happens you will always be my home, and I hope that I am yours, Touya."

"Of course, you are, Y/n." He whispered, cupping your face. His touch and eyes were gentle, warm and you trusted him completely. "You are my light in this fucked up world." Dabi swallows the lump in his throat as he tries to calm his breathing, bloody tears prickling his eyes, and falling. "You see the man behind the burns and the scars, a broken and insane bastard who loves you. Would burn the fucking world for you. I love you, my princess." He pulls you into a slow and tender kiss which you kiss back, holding him against you and crawling into his lap, and straddling his waist.

Panting you break the kiss first. A breathless string of giggles slips between your kiss swollen lips. "Come on, let's go to bed, my dark prince."

Dabi sniff and laughed, grinning. His turquoise gaze bright in the dark room and the moonlight. "As you wish, princess buttercup." He picks you up again into his arms, a soft smirk appearing on his red tears streaked, burned, and stapled face.

You laugh, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck. "Whatever am I going to do with you? My dark prince? More like a bratty king."

"Yes, as you are my Queen." He whispers into your ear and gently places you onto the bed with care, stealing your lips again. "Your King of hell will take no refusal, my love." He purrs, lightly nipping into the crook of your neck as you squirm against him and cackle.

"Alright, alright, you win, dammit." You pant in between fits of giggles, lightly trying to shove him away. "You Mister need to wash your face before you stain my sheets." You give a light glare, watching as Dabi pulls back, dramatically grabbing his chest.

"My Queen Buttercup, you wound me so deeply." He gasps, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "Such a heartless woman I have for a lover."

"Oh, go on you big baby, shoo, shoo," You wave him away, getting up and heading towards the bathroom, feeling his gaze on you as he follows close behind. "Besides you need to brush yours teeth."

"I'm going, I'm following." He chuckled, pulling his white shirt over his head and dropping it into the laundry basket beside yours and the rest of his clothes follow. He doesn't care that he's walking around buck naked in your place, he's confident and has no shame. Finding a pair of black sweatpants in your hall closet and puts them on, tying the drawstring around his waist, then heads back into the bathroom, washing his face and brushing his teeth with your toothpaste.

Dabi turns the lights off in the house as he makes his way back into your bedroom, where you are already in bed, and waiting for him. "The castle is safe and your king is tired."

You snicker and pat the space beside you. "Well come on, King Touya. It's rude to keep a maiden waiting."

Without a word, he turns the light off, slowly stalking his way towards the bed and on his side. Dabi's strong hands pulled your body closer, your back against his chest, he rested an hand on your lower abdomen caressing it. "It's getting colder at night, let me help warm you up." He whispers into your ear, purring and his voice growing low and husky, dripping with dark promise. "I'll behave tonight, but no mercy tomorrow, baby."

Your breath hitches and you gasp, when he trails his over hand underneath your shirt, caressing the skin and travels upwards, lightly cupping your swollen and sensitive breast. "Touya, you horn dog. Cheater." You moan and pant as you pull him into a kiss.

He smirks against your lips, chuckling. "I am behaving, honest. I've been a good boy all night," Dabi pulls his hand away as if he did nothing, and placed it behind his head underneath the pillow. "This is my reward for pampering you all day." The heat of his body hitting your lower back, leaving his other hand over your abdomen, heating up and drawing patterns with his fingers.

Calming your breathing, shifting onto your side, you close your eyes, reaching behind you, finding his free hand and squeezed it lightly, whispering. "Thank you. Good night, Touya." Sighing in content and falling asleep.

He hummed, watching as the discomfort disappeared from his girlfriends usually happy and cheerful face. He wished he could do more to help. If he needed to use his quirk to help ease his baby's suffering, then he'd do it.

For once, he was happy to be cursed with his fathers quirk. Only during times like this was he genuinely happy, holding his lover in his arms, all his, no one else's.

He decided that in the morning, he would make a light breakfast knowing that chocolate pancakes and hot chocolate always made you smile.

Scooting closer, tangling their legs together and pulling the blanket over them, he laid back down and closed his eyes. Listening to the steady breathing and light snores below him as a small smile curled against his scarred lips, kissing the top of yours head, and whispered, "Feel better soon, baby."

He fell asleep.

He didn't care, if no one in the else in the world loved him, or hated him. As long as he had you, his baby, his whole world.... his reason for living, he could live with himself, with these scars, burns and broken body.

A little period blood wasn't going to keep him away.

Not now, not ever.

Even while moody, pissy, tired and grumpy, you were still the most beautiful.

You were their for his bad days, so why shouldn't he be there for yours?

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I did it! Took a minute, since I'm not used to writing in canon x reader, so please excuse the cringe! ^^

To all my fellow period buddies experiencing there cycles with me or after me! I made this for you! Wanted to spoil my peeps! I hope it showed?

Love ya'll! Plus, I wanted to throw in more Dabi fluff! He would be the sweet, but still teasing boyfriend, well, in my eyes anyways ;)

[shardkn1ght]

Periods suck.

That’s all.

That’s the post.

[onlybe-satanonce]

whoever thought that it would be a really funny joke to give me a uterus when i was being manufactured should be fired promptly and swiftly lest i arrive at their residence

[being-worthy]

Watching Kate & Leopold to comfort myself after one of the toughest days I had to deal with that it even triggered my period to start earlier than usual…

I want this man’s baby and it’s totally not the hormones talking…

Hugh, my love, call me? 🥺❤️

Me right now 👇

[insaneinpink]

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[twomanyfandomshelp]

Has this been done before?

[princesskenny1998]

South Park | Kenny McCormick x afab!reader ~ Period Pains

You wake up to the familiar, dreadful ache low in your abdomen, a sharp, relentless reminder that your insides were shedding. Groaning, you roll onto your side, curling up into a ball in an attempt to relieve the pain. It doesn't help. The cramps are worse than usual today, radiating through your entire lower body, making it impossible to find a comfortable position.

You glance at your phone on the nightstand, hoping for some sort of distraction, but even the thought of scrolling through social media feels exhausting. Everything hurts. You close your eyes, trying to focus on your breathing—anything to take your mind off the pain—but it’s no use. The dull, throbbing ache refuses to let you forget for even a second.

You’re half-awake, half-drifting when you hear your phone buzz. For a moment, you consider ignoring it, but then you remember who it probably is. With a groan, you reach over and grab your phone, squinting at the bright screen.

Kenny: "Hey, I’m heading over in a bit. You need anything?"

You sigh, momentarily debating whether or not to tell him how miserable you’re feeling. Kenny’s sweet, but you’ve only been dating for a couple of months, and you’re still figuring out the balance between being open with him and not overwhelming him with too much too soon. But this pain—it’s unbearable today.

Before you can stop yourself, you text back: "I’m dying of cramps. Please save me."

You hit send and immediately regret it, wondering if you sound too dramatic or needy. But before you can overthink it, Kenny’s reply comes through.

Kenny: "I’m on it. Be there soon."

You set your phone down and roll back onto your side, clutching your stomach as another wave of pain rolls through you. The minutes feel like hours as you wait, alternating between trying to sleep and glaring at the clock. You’re not sure how much time passes before you hear a knock at the door, followed by the sound of Kenny letting himself in with the spare key you gave him a while ago.

“Babe?” his voice calls out from the hallway. “Where are you?”

You don’t have the energy to yell back, so you just lay there, hoping he’ll find you. A moment later, your bedroom door creaks open, and there he is—Kenny, dressed in his usual hoodie and jeans, his messy blonde hair falling into his eyes. He takes one look at you curled up in bed, and his expression softens.

“Yikes, you weren’t kidding,” he says, crossing the room to sit on the edge of your bed. “You look like you’re in serious pain.”

“I feel like I’m being stabbed repeatedly,” you mutter, clutching your stomach. “It’s so bad today.”

Kenny frowns, clearly not liking the sound of that. He places a gentle hand on your arm, his touch light but comforting. “Okay, first things first—do you have anything for the pain? Like Advil or something?”

You nod toward your nightstand. “I already took some, but it’s barely helping.”

Kenny looks thoughtful for a moment, then nods decisively. “Alright, we’re gonna step this up a notch. Stay here.”

You couldn’t move if you wanted to, so you watch as Kenny leaves the room, heading for the kitchen. You can hear him rummaging through cabinets and drawers, though you’re not sure what he’s looking for. A few minutes later, he returns with a glass of water in one hand and a heating pad in the other.

“Here,” he says, handing you the water. “Drink this. Staying hydrated helps, right?”

You take the glass from him, grateful for the coolness against your dry lips. “Yeah, I think so,” you say, though you’re not entirely sure. It’s hard to remember all the period pain advice you’ve ever read when you’re in the middle of it.

Kenny plugs in the heating pad and waits for it to warm up, then gently lifts your blanket and places it over your lower abdomen. The warmth is immediate and soothing, and you can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief.

“Better?” he asks, watching you closely.

“A little,” you admit. “Thanks.”

But Kenny isn’t done yet. He pulls out a small plastic bag from his hoodie pocket and sets it on the nightstand. “I also stopped by the store and got you some stuff. I didn’t know exactly what you’d need, so I just grabbed everything.”

You raise an eyebrow, curious, and sit up slightly to peek inside the bag. Sure enough, Kenny’s brought you a collection of period survival items—chocolate, your favorite snacks, some herbal tea, and a heating pad gel insert just in case you needed an extra.

“Kenny,” you say, your heart swelling at the sight of it all. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

He shrugs, looking a little sheepish but pleased with himself. “Figured it couldn’t hurt. Plus, I hate seeing you in pain, y’know? If this helps even a little, then it’s worth it.”

You stare at him for a second, momentarily overwhelmed by how sweet he’s being. You hadn’t expected this level of thoughtfulness, but maybe you should’ve. Despite Kenny’s laid-back, sometimes goofy exterior, he’s always been attentive when it comes to you—whether it’s remembering the little things you mention in passing or just knowing when you need a hug. Still, this feels like another level of caring, and it’s touching in a way you weren’t prepared for.

“Thank you,” you say, your voice soft. “Really, this means a lot.”

Kenny waves off your gratitude with a grin. “Hey, no big deal. It’s what boyfriends are for, right?”

You smile at that, even though the cramps are still gnawing at your insides. The heating pad is helping, though, and between that and Kenny’s presence, you feel a bit more at ease.

Kenny shifts on the bed, adjusting so that he’s sitting next to you with his back against the headboard. “Wanna watch something?” he asks, pulling out his phone. “I know you’re into those crime shows, or we could watch something dumb to take your mind off things.”

You think for a moment, then nod. “Something dumb sounds good.”

Kenny grins and starts scrolling through streaming options, eventually landing on a ridiculous reality show that neither of you have ever seen before. He presses play, and soon enough, you’re both watching a group of strangers on an island make fools of themselves in increasingly absurd challenges.

As the show plays, Kenny reaches over and pulls you against him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You lean into him, resting your head on his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing a welcome distraction from the pain. His hand moves gently over your arm, tracing patterns absentmindedly as he watches the screen.

The cramps are still there, but somehow, they don’t feel as overwhelming now. Between the warmth of the heating pad and Kenny’s comforting presence, you start to feel a little better—at least enough to focus on something other than the ache in your abdomen.

“Hey,” Kenny says after a while, his voice low. “If you ever need me to run out and grab anything for you, or if you’re feeling crappy and need company, just text me, alright? I don’t mind at all.”

You glance up at him, surprised. “You’re seriously okay with that?”

He looks down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know… some guys get weird about periods. Like they don’t want to deal with it.”

Kenny snorts. “Yeah, well, those guys are idiots. It’s just a part of life, right? I’m not gonna be weird about it. If you’re hurting, I wanna help. Simple as that.”

You feel a warmth spread through your chest, not unlike the one from the heating pad, but much more comforting. It’s rare to find someone who’s so unbothered by something that most people don’t want to talk about. Kenny’s always been different, though. In his own way, he’s thoughtful and caring, even if he doesn’t make a big deal out of it.

“You’re kind of the best, you know that?” you say, giving him a small smile.

Kenny grins, his blue eyes twinkling with that familiar playful glint. “Yeah, I know. But I like hearing you say it anyway.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. As ridiculous as he can be sometimes, Kenny’s the kind of person who’s always there when you need him, even if it’s for something as mundane as period cramps.

For the next hour, you sit there together, watching the absurd reality show and laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. Kenny makes the occasional joke or comment that has you giggling despite the lingering pain. Every now and then, he checks in with you, asking if you’re feeling any better or if you need anything else. It’s such a simple thing—just sitting here with him, watching TV—but it makes you feel cared for in a way that goes beyond the physical comfort he’s offering.

Eventually, you start to feel your eyes grow heavy, the combination of the heating pad, Kenny’s warmth, and the general exhaustion from the cramps lulling you into a state of drowsiness.

Kenny seems to notice. “You wanna take a nap?” he asks softly.

You nod, too tired to respond with words. Kenny adjusts his position slightly, making it easier for you to curl up against him. He pulls the blanket up over both of you, his arm still wrapped protectively around you as you close your eyes.

As you drift off to sleep, the pain still lingers, but it’s manageable now. More than that, you feel safe and comforted, knowing that Kenny’s here with you—no judgment, no impatience, just him, being there for you in the quiet way he always is.

And for now, that’s all you need.

[asherraccoon]

Period is gonna start this week, ya'll know what that means!!

Get ready for another trans!Lucifer oneshot where he's dying on his period bc it's my favorite way to cope as a trans guy myself :3

[bil-daddy]

bildad im on my period (i just got it recently) and im scared of the blood :(

Hey, kid (human, presumably). Sorry you got initiated into this particular club, that nobody particularly wants to be in (I blame @the-almighty-god). Periods suck, even when you're not afraid of blood, but being scared of blood makes it worse.

I know it's easier said than done, but try not thinking of it as blood. Because technically, it's not just blood, it's more than that and it's your body doing what it needs to do to eliminate waste, same as numbers 1&2, which are gross, yeah, but also completely necessary and normal so everyone gets used to it. So you could just think of your period as going number 3.

Can I ask what's scaring you about the blood?

If it's seeing the blood, then maybe keep the lights off/low while you clean up and change pad/tampon/menstrual cup so you don't see the red, and it just looks like chocolate sauce in the dark. Or you could try black period panties, and just toss them into a plastic bag to be laundered when you're done, and maybe you won't see any blood at all.

If it's the smell, wear a mask and/or spray some perfume/febreeze/poo-pourri to cover up the scent.

If it's the texture of blood, wear medical gloves.

There are also birth controls that can stop you having periods, or make it so you have fewer a year. But that's something to discuss with your doctor and your parents (if you just got your period for the first time recently, I'm assuming you're still with your parents).

Or, if you feel up to it, you could try to habituate yourself to the blood and get used to it until you're not afraid anymore. This might happen on it's own, anyway, since your period'll come once a month.

In the meantime, have some midol and a hot waterbottle (platonic)

[isabeauwolf]

If I made a Dabi x reader period comfort fic, would anyone be interested?

[etherealjellyfishgirl]

every time

me: *starts my period* Hormones: you know what would be fun? Me: what? Hormones: getting overly obsessed with mys/mcd and crying about it for no reason except “VYLAD SHOWED UP AND THEYRE MY DUDE!” Me: but I- hormones: and be obsessed with it weeks after to. Me: but my com- Hormones: shhhhh don’t worry it’ll all be okay just watch Mcd *demonic voice* NOW OR ELSE me: okay okay sheesh

[pretty-when-wet]

It honestly should be illegal to make women work or do anything while we’re on our periods. Especially the first 3 days, I’m in so much pain right now I want to kill myself and the world.

[towriteloveontheirarms]

I need him to spoon me so bad right now. Large, warm hands resting over my lower stomach to help with those stupid cramps. His cock laid perfectly between my ass cheeks. And after a while, when he begins to rut against me, I need him to fuck me so hard that I forget the pain and it's source.

[v-vox-v]

GUYS. My period started.

I feel like I’m dying but I’ll still answer the asks for you guys :]

[aimseytv]

not a question but I hope you're having a lovely day :)

it currently feels like my uterus is being shredded from the inside by a lawn mower

[burningsolarsystem]

I hate periods. Fucking hate them. But sometimes it feels like I don't have the right to complain. So, I guess imma give some love to those whose symptoms might not get attention.

Obviously, sympathy to those who get debilitating cramps. I'm lucky mine are average.

Shout out to those who have mental disorders who symptoms get worse with their periods. My depression and anxiety always seem to spike when I'm on mine.

Shout out to those with chronic illness who get flare ups and worse symptoms when on their period.

Shout out to those who are like me who get upset stomachs and digestion problems when on their period. I know for me, it feels like having a stomach bug on a good day. I've had times where I've questioned if I ate something bad because my stomach is rolling like it did that one bout of food poisoning I got. (It was minor food poisoning, don't worry)

Shoutout to those who get strong cravings, but I also want to shout out to those who lose their appetite or desire to eat when on their periods. Sometimes, I feel like I'd rather die than eat anything.

Shout out to those who experience hot flashes. I don't get them often, but they suck when I do.

Shout out to anyone who gets a period. There are so many symptoms we don't talk about that make things suck.

Your issues are valid. Even if they aren't the ones mainly talked about. Even if they aren't "severe enough." Even if you can function fine but are still experiencing discomfort. You are valid and your discomfort or pain is valid. You can complain even if you aren't one of the people who get extreme cramps. It's okay. You are valid.

All the love and sympathy to you.

Feel free to reblog with any other symptoms you experience that people don't seem to talk about.

(And sorry if this seems too much like a vent. I am, probably obviously, on my period and suffering.)